Rebirtha strolling 'cross the street
Juggling keys to a small red car
Butterflies and bombs fly close
Like she's some Disney movie star
Sipping hopes and lonlies
Since the big leagues left us dry
Birtha, Rebirtha sing a sad song
Soothe these troubled times
First time
It's not the first time
Last time
No, I know I seen your place before
Maybe in a past life
Or maybe it was just last night
I don't know
Birtha never sang too well
But her stereo shook glass
Leather gripped our bodies
As her toes curled around the gas
Shaking loose out of Kansas
First twenty minutes in black-and-white
Birtha, Rebirtha, talk to me, take to me
Ease these troubled times
Won't ever talk too much
She had those television eyes
My gaze never strayed too much
Too much past those eyes
She said,
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